Tuesday, January 6, 2015

For the pumpkins on the Tree were not mere pumpkins. Each had a face
sliced into it. Each face was different. Every eye was a stranger eye.
Every nose was a weirder nose. Every mouth smiled hideously in some new
way. There must have been a thousand pumpkins on this tree, hung high
and on every branch. A thousand smiles. A thousand grimaces. And
twice-times-a-thousand glares and winks and blinks and leerings of
freshcut eyes.And as the boys watched, a new thing happened.The pumpkins
began to come alive.